Bride of the Wicked Laird – Extended Epilogue
Three Months Later
The ceremony was every bit as grand as Davina had hoped. As she entered the chapel to the sound of the bagpipes, every head turned toward her. But she only had eyes for the tall figure standing by the altar in his great kilt, his black velvet jacket and his white shirt and kerchief.
The priest who had come all the way from the monastery on Iona said the Latin words that were decreed for the marriage service, they responded to the vows and, finally, the priest declared Everard MacNeil and Davina MacKinnon to be husband and wife.
Davina gave Everard a look from under her lashes as those words rang out. Few of the assembled wedding guests were aware that the bride and groom had been handfasted months before.
As they surveyed their guests from their seats in the high table, Everard identified all the various clan members who were gathered. Fergus and his wife from Vatersay were there, as was his uncle from the north of Barra. But all the Council members and their wives were enjoying the feasting, the music and the wine and whisky that flowed freely.
“Who is this grey-hair walking toward us now?” Davin whispered, as the tall, somewhat frail elderly man took his seat along from them at the high table.
“He is someone ye’ve yet tae meet. That is the Laird Nicol Comyn.”
She gasped. “Ye mean…?”
“Aye. He’s yer grandfaither, Sorcha’s faither.”
At once she got to her feet. “I must greet him. It is a wondrous thing that he is here. Did ye…?”
Everard shook his head. “Nay, it was Dùghall who went back after all these years tae Freuchie Castle tae tell his story and yers and tae invite the old man tae this celebration.”
The Laird Comyn beamed as his granddaughter went to greet him. He rose and clasped her hand as she curtsied.
“I see me darling Sorcha again when I look at ye,” he said, his eyes misting.
“I am so happy tae meet ye. And I look forward tae a conversation between us. Mayhap we will meet again on the morrow.”
“Aye, that would be a bonny thing.”
Returning to Everard’s side she smiled up at him, curling her fingers around his hand. “When I came tae Kiessimul I had nae family and I didnae ken me name or me faither’s name. Now I have a family: a husband, a half-braither, a faither and a grandfaither. And a braither and sister-in law who I have come tae ken and love and me other sister, Raven, and her family, whom I met today fer the first time. I am truly blessed.” Smiling, she recalled another blessing. “This day I also received a sweet note from me friend Lyra, who is now safely away from the Priory. I was able tae find her thanks tae me faither’s help. He wrote the nuns tae ask fer information fer me, tae keep me location hidden.”
“And I have won the love of me heart and formed a new alliance between the MacNeils and the MacKinnons and, it seems, the Comyns. And, last but nae least, I have had word from Hugo, who is in France and has been successful in his mission.”
Davina gave a laugh of pure joy and delight. Leaning in to Everard’s broad shoulder, she whispered, “How long will it be, me husband, until we have paid all our dues tae our guests and can retreat tae our bedchamber?” Her eyes shone with equal amounts of love and mischief.
He glanced around the hall where their guests were carousing. He nodded. “Mayhap it is time.” He rose to his feet and raised his tankard. A hush fell over the hall.
“Slàinte mhath me friends. I thank yer fer yer company. It has been a great joy fer me and me lady wife tae be among ye all on this day. Now the time has come fer me bride and meself tae leave ye. I wish ye all happiness and goodnight.”
As they departed, a cheer followed them through the hall.
Mildred and her staff lined the passage leading to their bedchamber, all of them smiling and wishing the bridal couple well. The door of the chamber was open wide, and before they entered and closed the door behind them, Everard and Davina saluted the loyal band of servants who had decorated the bedchamber.
It was lit with a hundred candles, pink roses bloomed from jugs all around the room, the floor was strewn with rose petals. In front of the fire, Feather yawned and stretched on her bed.
On the table beside the bed were a jug of wine and goblets. A brass lamp filled with rose scented oil shed a magical glow over the sheets and pillows.
Everard poured wine for them both. “Tae ye, me beautiful bride. Taenight our marriage is nae only legal in law, but now we are wed in the eyes of the Good Lord.”
Davina took several sips of the wine, placed her goblet on the table and stepped toward her husband. He watched in amazement as she deftly unfastened the gold brooch at his shoulder causing the length of plaid to fall away. Then her busy fingers undid his belt so that his great kilt slipped to the floor at his feet and he was left standing in nothing but his long shirt.
His eyes darkened as Davina moved closer.
“I wish tae see all of ye, me laird. I wish tae feast me eyes on yer beauty and yer scars. Fer ye are mine now, fer all time, and I wish tae see me prize.”
He laughed, “Ye’re a bold lass me love, but I’ll nae object.”
Her head was whirling. Had the wine made her so bold? She wanted this man, and she wanted to feel his hardness in her hand. She reached for the hem of his shirt and he lifted his arms.
She raised his shirt, glorying in the sight of his strong muscled chest as she slipped the fine fabric to his shoulders and lifted it free of his head and over his arms. He stood there before her, his arms still raised, in all his naked beauty.
She ran her fingers over his skin, tracing the outline of his muscles on his chest, flicking the dark hairs, and proceeding down his belly. She took his hardening shaft in her hand, and slipped her hand along its length.
Then she pushed him, ever so slightly, so that he subsided back onto the bed.
Now it was her turn. While he lay before her, his eyes burning with a fire she’d never seen so bright, she slowly unlaced her gown and tugged the sleeves, so that the fabric fell from her shoulders and exposed her breasts to his gaze.
He gave a soft moan and went to reach for her, but she put up a finger. “Nay. ‘Tis me time. I’ll grant ye yers soon enough.”
She cupped her breasts displaying their puckering pink nubs, and he moaned again, more loudly this time.
Sliding the dress to the floor she stepped out of it and stood before him in only her petticoat and stockings.
While he lay, his shaft long and rigid, pointing straight up from his groin, she forbade him to move, He moaned and licked his lips, growing ever more ravenous while she reveled in the power she had over him.
Leaning over him she brushed his granite shaft with the softness of her breasts, allowing the hardness of their nubs to tease his tip.
“Och, lass,” he ground out. “Mind what ye dae. More of that and I’ll come all over ye wi’ me seed.”
Straightening, she gave a soft laugh, slowly untying the strings of her petticoat so that now she was clad only in her earbobs, stockings and silk slippers.
His burning gaze raked her body, coming to rest in the triangle of curls between her thighs. She moved a hand lightly over her mound, delighting in the sound of his sharp, indrawn breath as she did so.
He rolled his gaze up to the canopy. “D’ye wish me tae die of longing fer ye? I’m aching something fierce.” He moved his hips and she shook her head to stay him.
He huffed. “Me shaft should be inside that beautiful, hot, wetness of yers. Me fingers should be plying those wicked breasts, me mouth should be on yers. Are ye determined tae drive me mad?”
“Mayhap that is me plan, fer I wish ye tae be as hungry fer me as I am fer ye.”
She pulled the pins holding the braids that were wound around her head, garlanded with flowers. Then, with nimble fingers she unraveled each of the tiny, intricate braids one by one, until her wild mane of chestnut curls fell around her shoulders almost to her waist and the loosened flowers tumbled over him.
“By God, ye’re tormenting me wi’ yer beauty. I didnae ken that marriage would cause me such agony.”
After shedding her slippers, she raised a leg and poised her toes on the bed, affording his eyes a tantalizing glimpse between her thighs. She slowly rolled down her stocking and slid it off her foot. Then she did the same with the other stocking.
She shook her head, her curls spinning, “Methinks I’ll leave me earbobs on.” She grinned. He seemed to be gasping now, rather like a fish out of water. “What d’ye think? Earbobs in, or nae?”
“God’s blood lass, d’ye think me made of stone-cold marble, that ye parade yer nakedness and taunt me so? Have ye forgotten I’m a lad, and the blood runs thick and hot in me veins?”
Giving a small laugh she lowered herself onto the bed beside him. “I’ve nae forgotten ye’re a lad.” She bent and kissed the tip of his nose. “But mayhap ye’ve forgotten that the blood runs hot and thick in me veins also.”
With that she bent one leg over his thighs so that she straddled him. Wriggling, she aligned her entrance over his tip.
His eyes were closed, he was gritting his teeth, his jaw tightening. “Then, lass, by all the saints in heaven and all the devils below, kindly put this poor lad out of his misery.”
Positioning him, she lowered herself slowly onto his shaft, slowly sliding him inside her.
She was half-way there when he groaned. “Good’s blood lass, I can stand it nay longer.” He seized her buttocks with both his hands and pulled her down, his hips rising so that she took all of him in as he ground against her, sending waves of molten heat from her core deep into every part of her.
He took her mouth and now it was her turn to moan into his mouth as his greedy tongue met hers and his hips thrust his hard shaft again and again.
This time there was no restraint. The dam of their passion had broken and she met him, thrust for thrust, abandoned and wanton, both of them groaning and grunting and crying out to the Lord. She screamed “Everard,” as the glorious sensations rolled over her on primitive and fierce waves of passion, inexorably driving to a crescendo so intense, it was if she was coming apart, falling to pieces, spinning with the stars in the heavens.
After what seemed a lifetime, they touched the earth again.
Davina laughed. It was too joyous a moment for anything else. He looked deep into her eyes, and joined her laughter.
The End
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